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The Lamentation of Lolth - Chapter VI
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Majin
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OoC: The charge for breakfast was a total of 17 sp. As for mounts, it is totally up to you guys. If everyone wishes to have a mount it should be discussed what type each bought and how it will be paid for in the OoC thread. 
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The trip across the sloping hills takes several hours. You see farmers tending their fields and shepherds walking among their flocks. You spot farmhouses with smoke curling from their chimneys. In the distance, mountaintops peek at you over the shoulders of the foothils.
Eventually, you top a small hill and the valley comes into sight. More a crevice than a valley, the sides rise at sharp angles. A thick fog lurks there, rising from the ground itself and sitting fat and heavy between the enclosing ridges on either side. The broken ends of a wooden trestle bridge hang from the hillsides. Sharp-edged remnants jut into mid-air. The trails that once continued to either side of the bridge now disappear in the forest, neglected and overgrown.
More impressive still are the shadows that cling to the valley. The wall of fog looms over you as you get closer. The ground takes on a sucking wetness that clings with muddy squelches. The smell of mildew and rotting vegetation offends your nose.
Moss-covered tress resemble hulking creatures that emerge from the fog to menace you. Vines threaten to trip you at every turn. Insects hum their disgruntlement at your intrusion. Just when you think the ground has begun to feel more solid, it gives way to mud that threatens to tug off a boot or send you sprawling face-first into the marsh. Creatures rustle the underbrush just out of sight. Moisture settles on your skin like a chliling death-mist. After a few minutes of plodding through the fog, you begin to see great chunks of slick shattered stone jutting from the marsh like the slimy teeth and claws of some enormous, petrified beast.
This would be a terrible place to die.
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The trip across the sloping hills takes several hours. You see farmers tending their fields and shepherds walking among their flocks. You spot farmhouses with smoke curling from their chimneys. In the distance, mountaintops peek at you over the shoulders of the foothils.
Eventually, you top a small hill and the valley comes into sight. More a crevice than a valley, the sides rise at sharp angles. A thick fog lurks there, rising from the ground itself and sitting fat and heavy between the enclosing ridges on either side. The broken ends of a wooden trestle bridge hang from the hillsides. Sharp-edged remnants jut into mid-air. The trails that once continued to either side of the bridge now disappear in the forest, neglected and overgrown.
More impressive still are the shadows that cling to the valley. The wall of fog looms over you as you get closer. The ground takes on a sucking wetness that clings with muddy squelches. The smell of mildew and rotting vegetation offends your nose.
Moss-covered tress resemble hulking creatures that emerge from the fog to menace you. Vines threaten to trip you at every turn. Insects hum their disgruntlement at your intrusion. Just when you think the ground has begun to feel more solid, it gives way to mud that threatens to tug off a boot or send you sprawling face-first into the marsh. Creatures rustle the underbrush just out of sight. Moisture settles on your skin like a chliling death-mist. After a few minutes of plodding through the fog, you begin to see great chunks of slick shattered stone jutting from the marsh like the slimy teeth and claws of some enormous, petrified beast.
This would be a terrible place to die.
Manzanita
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Drogo
Once the fog makes scouting pointless, Drogo the eagle swoops down and takes his place upon Rex. He mentally contacts the others. "I could fly across that gulch and scout some more, but this place seems dangerous. Let's try to reach the edge and look at the bridge. Chasity's horse returned, so if it was cut more than a couple days ago, she must have been killed on this side of the chasm."
Once the fog makes scouting pointless, Drogo the eagle swoops down and takes his place upon Rex. He mentally contacts the others. "I could fly across that gulch and scout some more, but this place seems dangerous. Let's try to reach the edge and look at the bridge. Chasity's horse returned, so if it was cut more than a couple days ago, she must have been killed on this side of the chasm."
Much of his good mood fades as they enter the 'valley', this was not a very nice place but it was somewhere new and you could never tell what interesting things might happen at a place like this and he couldn't help but be impressed when Drogo contacted him mentally, he stored a mental note away to ask the halfling how he did that and if there was any way for him to learn it, he could barely retain his excitement at that idea.
Through it all he keeps an constant eye out for anything that might want to do him or his friends harm while being killed could be an interesting experience it wasn't something that he wanted to test out right at this moment.
[sblock] probably both kirinke, start humming one get distracted by something and then start humming the other.
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Through it all he keeps an constant eye out for anything that might want to do him or his friends harm while being killed could be an interesting experience it wasn't something that he wanted to test out right at this moment.
[sblock] probably both kirinke, start humming one get distracted by something and then start humming the other.
[/sblock]Teleri can't help but smile at Broddy's humming rendition of 'A hole in the bottom of the sea'. It brought back good memories, something that was indeed precious at times like these. I have to get him to sing that with me on the way back if we survive this. It'll drive everyone nuts. she thought with an inward chuckle. That would be a good thing too. Laughter was as much a release as tears.
At that, she looked at the mist, frowning. "Can anyone detect magic?" she asked seriously. "I don't like the looks of that fog. It might not be natural," she added.
At that, she looked at the mist, frowning. "Can anyone detect magic?" she asked seriously. "I don't like the looks of that fog. It might not be natural," she added.
DarkMaster
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Sarlis stays silent as the young elf requests the powers of Lathander to identify the nature of the fogs surrounding them. "No need to use his precious power on this fog, his magic could be used in a more constructived way"
Sarlis tries to stay in the middle of the group but keeps an eyes and ear on his surrounding. Sarlis has always been in touched with his surrounding, talent he developed as young boy.
[sblock]Spot, Listen +10, also Knowledge Geography +3 to see if he knows anything particular about this wood[/sblock]
Sarlis tries to stay in the middle of the group but keeps an eyes and ear on his surrounding. Sarlis has always been in touched with his surrounding, talent he developed as young boy.
[sblock]Spot, Listen +10, also Knowledge Geography +3 to see if he knows anything particular about this wood[/sblock]
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hippocrachus
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Calenthang will go and investigate the cliff, not in the mood to wait for someone else to decide it might be a good idea. It might be dangerous.
Spot +3, Search +3
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